Chapter 2 - P. John Carter

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Me, well I am P. John Carter, son of William the great, and probably one of the most richest men in the 21st century. I own one of the most colossal defense industries in the world and am married to a beautiful women. I am adventurous and courageous just like my father taught me to be. He told me when functioning a business you shouldn't be afraid and should do whatever you can to get the money even if it involves great deal of cruelty. He taught me well. Well there's nothing else to say, I'm rich.

It was the typical day for me at the office. Every second I was earning luxury to my friends, family, and my wife. There was no rival to me at this stage and anyone who enters will come under my feet. There was no one that could stop me now. Every day I go to the office to check how it's doing but there's no point. It would be absurd if anyone try's to compete with me. I'm too rich for anyone trying to contend.

I was returning back home in my Cadillac. Luxury was just free for me at that moment. I lived in a commodious mansion in the banks of the sea. I stepped down for my car as the gust drove the air. It was remarkably refreshing from a long day of work. I came in front of the door of my house. I was awaiting to see my wife after drained day of work. I rang the bell once... nothing.. I rang the bell twice... nothing. I pushed the door slowly. With the breeze blowing it opened amply. I step my foot gradually on the ground. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. I walked with reluctant foot steps to the kitchen where my beautiful wife would be waiting for me. I entered the kitchen, I saw my wife laying down on the deck. Blood dripping from her skull. I rushed to secure her. Blood drained from her body. She was wounded in her forehead, it looked like a gun wound. I sat there losing my tears. A man entered the room. He was masked and was holding a gun. He was the one. The disguised man barbed the gun at me. I looked in discontent thinking to myself that this is the end. He pulled the trigger. I knew it was intentional.

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